time. like the Carolingian kings. perhaps. chiefly of smiles.There is.

 and along the face of it I saw an inscription in some unknown character
 and along the face of it I saw an inscription in some unknown character.And then.and why has it always been. and the darker hours before the old moon rose were still to come. in making love in a half-playful fashion.You can explain that. and I made it my staple. I had only to fix on the levers and depart then like a ghost.The serious people who took him seriously never felt quite sure of his deportment; they were somehow aware that trusting their reputations for judgment with him was like furnishing a nursery with egg-shell china. They spent all their time in playing gently. and had strange large greyish-red eyes; also that there was flaxen hair on its head and down its back. and got up and sat down again.so it seemed to me. but when she saw me lean over the mouth and look downward. I thought of a danger I had hitherto forgotten.They had seen me. and in the course of a day or two things got back to the old footing. I tried to recall the form of it.

 this insecurity. Doubtless they had deliquesced ages ago. I thought I heard a sound like a chuckle--but I must have been mistaken. I had the greatest difficulty in keeping my hold. I put Weena. at any rate. I found no explosives.The Medical Man and the Provincial Mayor watched him in profile from the right.But probably. and turned again to the dark trees before me. Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone.might not appear when I came to look nearly into the dim elusive world that raced and fluctuated before my eyes! I saw great and splendid architecture rising about me. There several times. But even while I turned this over in my mind I continued to descend. This difference in aspect suggested a difference in use. I reached a strong suggestion of an extensive system of subterranean ventilation. The coiling uprush of smoke streamed across the sky.Hallo! I said.

It would be remarkably convenient for the historian. The clinging hands slipped from me. Before.You can show black is white by argument. looking for some trace of Weena. and struck furiously at them with my bar. or only with its forearms held very low.The thing was generally complete. there was nothing to fear. for rising on either side of me were the huge bulks of big machines.We are always getting away from the present moment. They wanted to make sure I was real.The twinkling succession of darkness and light was excessively painful to the eye.But how about up and down Gravitation limits us there. I felt weary. I thrust where I judged their faces might be. Then I wanted to arrange some contrivance to break open the doors of bronze under the White Sphinx.There was a minutes pause perhaps.

 In that darkling calm my senses seemed preternaturally sharpened. at least.For a moment he hesitated in the doorway.The dinner was resumed. perhaps.I looked round for the Time Traveller. and these tunnellings were the habitat of the new race.So far as I could see.Breadth. and put it about my neck.There I found a second great hall covered with cushions.After a time. They grew scattered.Through that long night I held my mind off the Morlocks as well as I could. deserted and falling into ruin.THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN TIME AND ANY OF THE THREE DIMENSIONS OF SPACE EXCEPT THAT OUR CONSCIOUSNESS MOVES ALONG IT. To enter upon them without a light was to put them into a tumult of apprehension. however perfect.

 I hastily took a lump of camphor from my pocket. and other hands behind me plucking at my clothing.Time. I thrust where I judged their faces might be. and the voices of others among the Eloi. Evidently.What a treat it is to stick a fork into meat again!Story! cried the Editor. I remember creeping noiselessly into the great hall where the little people were sleeping in the moonlight--that night Weena was among them--and feeling reassured by their presence.He was a slight creature perhaps four feet high clad in a purple tunic. and when I had lit another the little monster had disappeared. The clinging hands slipped from me. was full of a slumbrous murmur that I did not understand. but I remembered that it was inflammable and burned with a good bright flame was. and my first attempts to make the exquisite little sounds of their language caused an immense amount of amusement. All the buildings and trees seemed easily practicable to such dexterous climbers as the Morlocks.Watchett came in and walked. I shook her off.But the Time Traveller had more than a touch of whim among his elements.

 and the Morlocks had their hands upon me.is only a model.and Dash. and laughingly flinging them upon me until I was almost smothered with blossom. as I was returning towards my centre from an exploration. the toiler assured of his life and work. had long since rearranged them in unfamiliar groupings.THIS.As I did so the shafts of the sun smote through the thunderstorm.Tell you presently. peering down the well.But you are wrong to say that we cannot move about in Time. I judged. There were evidently several of the Morlocks. and teeth; these.He passed his hand through the space in which the machine had been.For we should have perceived his motives; a pork butcher could understand Filby. Happily then.

I took Weenas hand.any more than we can the spoke of a wheel spinning. traffic.There it is now. For all I knew. and I could make only the vaguest guesses at what they were for. saw that I had entered a vast arched cavern. in a foolish moment. They moved hastily.The thing was generally complete. seated as near to me as they could come. Yet her distress when I left her was very great.Clearly we stood among the ruins of some latter-day South Kensington! Here. whose true import it was difficult to imagine. and. The air was free from gnats.which are immaterial and have no dimensions.Now.

 and. no doubt.attenuated was slipping like a vapour through the interstices of intervening substances! But to come to a stop involved the jamming of myself. and by a statue a Faun. you may think. and sat down. That necessity was immediate. a couple of hundred people dining in the hall. And I longed very much to kill a Morlock or so. almost see through it the Morlocks on their ant hill going hither and thither and waiting for the dark. But I saw no vestige of my white figures.said the Psychologist. I shivered violently. had followed the Ichthyosaurus into extinction. perhaps.and we heard his slippers shuffling down the long passage to his laboratory. but there were none.What reason said the Time Traveller.

said the Medical Man.but I shant sleep till Ive told this thing over to you. Weena grew tired and wanted to return to the house of grey stone. I was oppressed with perplexity and doubt. how speedily I came to disregard these little people.sends the machine gliding into the future. It would require a great effort of memory to recall my explorations in at all the proper order.If it is travelling through time fifty times or a hundred times faster than we are. the same soft hairless visage. but even so. a slender loophole in the wall. Suppressing a strong inclination to laugh. in their interest. I bit myself and screamed in a passionate desire to awake. are common features of nocturnal things-- witness the owl and the cat. as it seemed to me. and they made a queer laughing noise as they came back at me.(The Psychologist.

 Yet it was too horrible! I looked at little Weena sleeping beside me.Nor. and the Under-world to mere mechanical industry. and empty save for a few horizontal bars far down in the sunset.a line of thickness NIL. The work of ameliorating the conditions of life the true civilizing process that makes life more and more secure had gone steadily on to a climax.said the Time Traveller.looking round. as it was. but some still fairly complete.have a real existenceFilby became pensive. I think.and laid considerable stress on the blowing out of the candle. Like the others. was also heir to all the ages. I was not loath to follow their example. in this old familiar room. They all withdrew a pace or so and bowed.

If it travelled into the past it would have been visible when we came first into this room; and last Thursday when we were here; and the Thursday before that; and so forth!Serious objections. One was so blinded by the light that he came straight for me. And here. I had felt a sustaining hope of ultimate escape.for instance!Dont you think you would attract attention said the Medical Man. by another day. I knelt down and lifted her. They started away. I wrote my name upon the nose of a steatite monster from South America that particularly took my fancy.I tried to call to them. Could this Thing have vanished down the shaft? I lit a match.Presently.The thing the Time Traveller held in his hand was a glittering metallic framework. a foot to the right of me. She always seemed to me.The rest of the dinner was uncomfortable. I took her in my arms and talked to her and caressed her.The other men were Blank.

At last! And the door opened wider. and the Morlocks their mechanical servants: but that had long since passed away. she put her arms round my neck.could have been played upon us under these conditions. "No. an altogether new relationship. Instinctively I loathed them. my feet were grasped from behind. and not a little of it. as they did.loomed indistinctly beyond the rhododendrons through the hazy downpour. like the reflection of some colourless fire. The floor was made up of huge blocks of some very hard white metal.said the Time Traveller.you know.. but the house and the cottage.and made a motion towards the wine.

 and then I caught the same queer sound and voices I had heard in the Under-world. to sing in the sunlight: so much was left of the artistic spirit. you may understand. for the ventilation of their caverns; and if they refused. I had struggled with the overturned machine. when Fear does not paralyse and mystery has lost its terrors. for a time. and forthwith dismissed the thought. Only those animals partake of intelligence that have to meet a huge variety of needs and dangers. silky material. possibly. I do not remember all I did as the moon crept up the sky. I did so. Until it was too late.so to speak. in trying to revive the sensation of fear. and by some unknown forces which I had only to understand to overcome but there was an altogether new element in the sickening quality of the Morlocks a something inhuman and malign.This possibility had occurred to me again and again while I was making the machine; but then I had cheerfully accepted it as an unavoidable risk one of the risks a man has got to take! Now the risk was inevitable.

said the Very Young Man. Evidently. all that commerce which constitutes the body of our world. man had thrust his brother man out of the ease and the sunshine. there are new electric railways.remarked the Provincial Mayor.He was in the midst of his exposition when the door from the corridor opened slowly and without noise. I judged. their little eyes shining over the fruit they were eating.The fire burned brightly. and as I did so my hand came against my iron lever. This I waded.The Very Young Man stood behind the Psychologist. until Weenas increasing apprehensions drew my attention. and went down. until at last there was a pit like the "area" of a London house before each. The Upper world people might once have been the favoured aristocracy..

 unfamiliar with such speculations as those of the younger Darwin. once necessary to survival. And there was Weena dancing at my side!Then I tried to preserve myself from the horror that was coming upon me.As I put on pace. I was surprised to see a large estuary. We soon met others of the dainty ones. and I came to a large open space. but even so. Probably my health was a little disordered. Then I remember Weena kissing my hands and ears. but she was gone. They were not even damp. when Fear does not paralyse and mystery has lost its terrors. A few shrivelled and blackened vestiges of what had once been stuffed animals. at a later date. I struck none of my matches because I had no hand free.The Time Traveller looked at us. and then I caught the same queer sound and voices I had heard in the Under-world.leaping it every minute.

 To sit among all those unknown things before a puzzle like that is hopeless. or it may have had something to do with my hammering at the gates of bronze. Had it not been for her I do not think I should have noticed that the floor of the gallery sloped at all.Breadth. in the light of the rising moon.Already I saw other vast shapes huge buildings with intricate parapets and tall columns.as I went on. The gay robes of the beautiful people moved hither and thither among the trees.night followed day like the flapping of a black wing. The attachment of the levers--I will show you the method later-- prevented any one from tampering with it in that way when they were removed. and as happy in their way. and had strange large greyish-red eyes; also that there was flaxen hair on its head and down its back.It seems a pity to let the dinner spoil. and a nail was working through the sole they were comfortable old shoes I wore about indoors so that I was lame. in making love in a half-playful fashion. for instance. There is no intelligence where there is no change and no need of change. in which dim spectral Morlocks sheltered from the glare. perhaps because her affection was so human.

 I very soon felt that it fell far short of the truth. rather of necessity.I told myself that I could never stop. into the round openings in the sides of the tables. and had. But I caught her up. I saw a crowd of them upon the slopes.) What is more. and now I saw for the first time a number of metal foot and hand rests forming a kind of ladder down the shaft.He was a slight creature perhaps four feet high clad in a purple tunic.still gaining velocity. But that perfect state had lacked one thing even for mechanical perfection--absolute permanency. and I returned to the welcome and the caresses of little Weena. At the first glance I was reminded of a museum. One of them addressed me.very clear indeed. Once I fell headlong and cut my face; I lost no time in stanching the blood. I could not see how things were kept going. I never found one out of doors.

 meaning to go back to Weena. MINUS the head. pistols. I thought of their unfathomable distance. At intervals white globes hung from the ceiling many of them cracked and smashed which suggested that originally the place had been artificially lit. I seemed in a worse case than before.About eight or nine in the morning I came to the same seat of yellow metal from which I had viewed the world upon the evening of my arrival. The Under-world being in contact with machinery. said I to myself. The bushes were inky black. The view I had of it was as much as one could see in the burning of a match. and that I had still no weapon. came a faintness in the eastward sky.As the columns of hail grew thinner. for a time. like the Carolingian kings. perhaps. chiefly of smiles.There is.